therookery | crystal; new phone who dis

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crystal; new phone who dis

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Ness Tavane (

aberratic, on behalf of The Forgotten (Julius, Bastien, Clarisse, Viktor (and Isaac)))
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Player plot info! Basically: As far as everyone in the Gallows is concerned, the people Ness is talking about just straight up do not exist and never have.

[ the voice that comes over the crystal is a soft, somewhat frazzled soprano. other voices can be heard arguing behind her, but only the tones of frustration and suspicion are audible; the content of the discussion is indistinct. ]

Good afternoon, Riftwatch, this is Quartermaster Ennaris Tavane. We—that is, myself, the Seneschal, Griffon Keeper La Rue, and Messeres Bastien and Viktor, we are being barred from use of the ferry to re-enter the Gallows. Is there anyone available to vouch for us, please? We're all very tired from our return journey and have quite a lot of work to get back to.

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Oh! I hadn't heard of him before, is all — I've certainly heard worse names.

(She mutters,) How did they get them all...? (It doesn't sound like multiple people sharing a crystal that was forgotten, left behind or lost, they definitely have more than one.)

I don't get it. I don't like it. (It's disarming.)

Edited (oop) 2024-12-02 22:39 (UTC)

[ with the abject misery of one who has accepted her fate, ] Quartermaster Ennaris Tavane, Seneschal Julius, Griffon Keeper Clarisse La Rue, and Messeres Bastien and Viktor. We were on a mission investigating Venatori magic and have just returned.

Seneschal? Of what? [it's been years since they had a Seneschal,]

--and we had a griffon keeper. She certainly wasn't whoever this person is.

( This is within the Captain’s remit as a security risk, assessing intruders demanding entry, and so the Head Healer’s not actually here, until — )

Doctor Strange, I apologize for the interruption. Do you—is my voice familiar to you? The name Ennaris Tavane?

[ has anyone ever been more miserable than ness. it seems unlikely. everyone else can get into fights about it, she's just decided to fold like a wet paper towel and give up immediately. ] Alright.

( His memory’s like a steel-trap. It’s a thing he takes pride in. And yet — )

No, sorry. Should it be?

( Strange’s voice is crisp, polite, aloof; not the warmth she’s accustomed to from him. )

[ if she cries it's off-crystal and no one has to know about it. ]

You taught me magic, these past months. We recruited the Professeur together in Val Royeaux.

I do not expect you to believe me. No one else does.

You know who I am.

[Does he not? Mind spinning, thoughts like sparks, memories of loss searing where they land—]

How can I prove it?

[—Whereas Viktor refuses to accept this, either at face value or as something that cannot be changed. He nods to her suggestion; the crystals neither grant nor prevent them access to anything, anyway.]

Agreed.

[After a mild double take at her miserable expression, a little closer, quieter,]

Whatever this is, we will figure it out.

[ The conviction in this man’s response is disquieting. The timing of their appearance at all is suspect. The barrier system is nearly complete— ]

How do we know each other?

Quite forgivable. But he's a most excellent sort of fellow - if for no reason but his connection to the Black Fox.

[This isn't so different from the improvised security lockdown; it wasn't so long ago that envy infiltrated their ranks. (It has to be that. It has to be. Please let it be that.)

Sharp, decisive,]

No, I'm not doing this by crystal. Please, Jayce, just— get us to the Gallows.